Black Panther is certainly a cultural event, so unprecedented that it has produced
the sort of amnesia that inevitably leads to revisionism («the blackest movie of all time,» «the first Black superhero on - screen.»).
I think moms may get
some sort of amnesia when it comes to our babies teething because I don't remember my daughter being this upset.
Not exact matches
«I have an
amnesia of sorts.
However, I've come to realize that when the torrents
of tragedy and despair rain down on me, I have a
sort of «spiritual
amnesia» and I forget that God promised me the exact opposite
of a «happy go - lucky» life.
When we familiarize ourselves with only one side
of the debate (typically the side ultimately found to be just) we miss the full depth
of the argument and, worse yet, slip into a
sort of historical
amnesia that allows us to believe we too would have chosen the side
of good on account
of its seemingly obvious virtue.
In the first place, hardly a day goes by without a member
of the faithful reminding us
of Arsene's past accomplishments, which seems to suggest that those who want him gone either suffer from some
sort of collective
amnesia or even worse simply disregard his past exploits altogether.
It's been almost seven years since I've brought a newborn home from the hospital and I am definitely suffering from some
sort of mommy
amnesia when it comes to remembering what I'll need to have on hand.
Boldly centered around the physical / emotional landscape
of a widowed mother in her 70s (an elegant performance by veteran actress Lv Zhong), Red
Amnesia is a ghost story
of sorts, in which the return
of repressed Chinese history asserts itself with a melancholic vengeance.